Girl in the fire, do you pray when you're on your knees...
The creek laughs and giggles with glee as night descends upon Novus. It is the time preferred by most of Denocte's citizens. A time for wolves and magicians to commiserate. A symphony orchestrated by an unknown entity slithers through the woodlands as the black cloak of night falls upon it. It is a chime that cries and beckons like a banshee, and there are whispers and sighs from the forest as if the sound is an exhale of relief. Daylight has abandoned the sky until all traces of light have dissipated, all except the one who was forged from the Ashes of the Sun. Her golden hide is like a lantern in the black of night that bleeds through the trees. Her azure pools peer out into the night, as she swears she can hear the laughter of woodland nymphs as they scurry beyond the trees. Noctiilucent exhales the night from her lungs, the ash that she collected from the demons and ghosts that scorched the very core of who she was. The chill of winter is a close friend of the night, of the moon. The same air fills both the lungs of winter and night. Caligo, as Denocte calls her. The moon has only adopted her, and yet she is no devout maiden of Caligo. Noctii can still feel her presence, it is like a thick cloak she cannot escape. There are no claws to pry the cloak from her bodice to free her. Visions of horrible gnashing teeth and the howls of wolves sound at her heels. They encourage her to throw herself towards the source of the symphony of wind somewhere deep in this wooded grotto.
So she does, she throws her bodice into the cry of the winds in the trees. It is not the call of the chime that entrances her so, it is the message she swears she feels in its lonely sound. The message tells her that she is home, it speaks to her. It is a sound she cannot deny, nor make sense of. The Denocte scholar wonders if the chime has the same effect upon anyone else who hears it. Her heart races in time with the steady thrum of her hooves in the winter snow. The ash and worry from the day escape her lungs, the precious ash is stolen by the ravenous breath of winter for she is never sated. Each step takes her closer to the origin of the sound, each step she takes excites her to learn the truth behind this message she can feel in her bones. The message that devours her sorrow and disbelief that she belongs in Novus. Noctiilucent does not care if this is her mind simply conflating the sound to hold some precious meaning. It is when she sees the tower covered in moss that her heart begins to pound harder. It seems so ancient, and lonely. The chime rings again, and her eyes sweep from the peak of the tower to the base. Beneath the tower stands another creature, one who is decorated with sigils of Caligo. Noctiilucent is not sure what they mean, but this equine is not the first she has seen to bear such markings. Shadows curl in swathes around his body, in an intricate dance that she can only admire from afar.
Noctiilucent does not feel apprehension to approach this man, not when he bears the very sigil she has fallen in love with. Since the day that Reichenbach invited her home. Their breath flowed from the same space, in more than one sense. All of these were assumptions that she made. The Denocte scholar did not know if he belonged to her court, but her curiosity had already won this battle. The woman made of golden and ivory seas approaches him in the few moments of silence before the chime rings for them again. "How many others do you think this chime will speak to tonight?" She whispers to him, her words carry wonder in them. There is no fear for her in this endeavor, even if there should be. "I wonder what the gods have in store this time... Should we go in and find out?" She whispers to him again, but her frame is alive for the first time since the island. This is yet another adventure she can bring back to Isra. "I'm Noctiilucent, by the way. From Denocte."
So she does, she throws her bodice into the cry of the winds in the trees. It is not the call of the chime that entrances her so, it is the message she swears she feels in its lonely sound. The message tells her that she is home, it speaks to her. It is a sound she cannot deny, nor make sense of. The Denocte scholar wonders if the chime has the same effect upon anyone else who hears it. Her heart races in time with the steady thrum of her hooves in the winter snow. The ash and worry from the day escape her lungs, the precious ash is stolen by the ravenous breath of winter for she is never sated. Each step takes her closer to the origin of the sound, each step she takes excites her to learn the truth behind this message she can feel in her bones. The message that devours her sorrow and disbelief that she belongs in Novus. Noctiilucent does not care if this is her mind simply conflating the sound to hold some precious meaning. It is when she sees the tower covered in moss that her heart begins to pound harder. It seems so ancient, and lonely. The chime rings again, and her eyes sweep from the peak of the tower to the base. Beneath the tower stands another creature, one who is decorated with sigils of Caligo. Noctiilucent is not sure what they mean, but this equine is not the first she has seen to bear such markings. Shadows curl in swathes around his body, in an intricate dance that she can only admire from afar.
Noctiilucent does not feel apprehension to approach this man, not when he bears the very sigil she has fallen in love with. Since the day that Reichenbach invited her home. Their breath flowed from the same space, in more than one sense. All of these were assumptions that she made. The Denocte scholar did not know if he belonged to her court, but her curiosity had already won this battle. The woman made of golden and ivory seas approaches him in the few moments of silence before the chime rings for them again. "How many others do you think this chime will speak to tonight?" She whispers to him, her words carry wonder in them. There is no fear for her in this endeavor, even if there should be. "I wonder what the gods have in store this time... Should we go in and find out?" She whispers to him again, but her frame is alive for the first time since the island. This is yet another adventure she can bring back to Isra. "I'm Noctiilucent, by the way. From Denocte."
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... Or do you wait and watch as it bleeds
